You know who you are. I know who you are. Would you please just stop it? Twice this week already (and it is only Wednesday!) you have taken stuff out of the fridge/freezer that had my name on it. Mine. Not yours.
Listen: We are all supposed to be adults here. I should not have to write my name on my individual freakin’ Jell-O cup, plus put a Post-It with my name on it on the lid, in order to identify what I brought in to eat. This is not kindergarten. There are 500 people on this floor alone, and I know for sure that we did not all pack green-flavored, sugar-free, generic-brand Jell-O in our lunches.
Are things really that bad, that you need to stoop to taking stuff out of the fridge that you know you didn’t bring in, just so you can have something to eat for lunch? Just last week you were talking about your new “Beemer” and/or your new “Loo-ee” handbag and/or your upcoming 3-week vacation to “the islands.” If you can afford all those things, why can’t you spare the two-fifty for your own damned Lean Cuisine?
And by the way - if things really are that bad, and you really don’t have anything to eat in your house, why don’t you ask someone for help? The grocery store is right up the street. I would personally buy you a box of cereal and some milk, or a sandwich, or whatever it is that you want, my treat, so long as you just ask. In fact, I don’t even care if you want my Jell-O for lunch … as long as you ask if you could have it first!
Look, I’m a reasonable person, but I have my limits. By my count, sine last June, you have taken 10 of my Lean Cuisines, 5 cans of soup, at least a case’s worth of canned soda, 3 bags of Fritos, 2 bags of Chee-tos, three days’ Chinese leftovers (which were supposed to be taken home for dinner), 6 yogurt cups, 5 bottles of water, a half-gallon of milk, and one green Jell-O cup. And that is just what you took from me!
I don’t mind sharing, but I don’t like sneaks. Consider yourself warned: one of these days, maybe soon, you will find that I “enhanced” my chocolate pudding with Ex-Lax. Or worse. OK?
Thanks for your time,
rockle.
PS - Would it kill you to leave me an “anonymous” thank-you note when you eat my stuff? You know who you’re stealing from, since I write my name on everything, and I’m the only “rockle” in the damn building, so it’s not like it would be hard to find me!
PPS - Stop taking all the free ice, too! You know we are not allowed to have personal or departmental fridges.